In the Graveyard

I've been confined to a graveyard for over 10 years. Stuck like a horse to its stall. The graveyard was filled to the brim with dull, forgotten gravestones. As the rain, like a pencil, dropped to the ground, the wind screamed through the air like a rollercoaster. An apple tree's bark slowly peeled off like an orange's skin. The tree I used to get fresh, juicy apples from. As Zeus's storm continued, I couldn't help but think about all the inventions I've managed to create. The rain collector for water, along with a purifier. I also managed to grow a farm using seeds. The beautiful, reliable moon was covered by the evil, dark clouds. The moon I once worshipped, the moon I once read stories too, like a mother to her child. One star shone, the star that represented hope. Hope that dimmed a long time ago. Then, a bright light shined through the locked and rusted gate.